Its very rare that I make trips to my office on a weekend. This is a story about one of those days. I came to office on Sunday afternoon. There was not a single soul on my section of the floor. It felt odd doing work without the chatting, typing noise and the smell of your neighbors' lunch-food (or was it the smell of their farts). So, to make my life more interesting, I thought of making some strong espresso coffee shots. Not that I am addicted to caffeine but occasional coffee is great to have. So, I head down to the break-room, freshly grind some coffee , put the coffee in an espresso "spoon" (don't quite know what its called) and fix it in the espresso machine. I press the coffee button and vola, my coffee is getting brewed. Nothing special about this here except for the fact that I was kinda doing this for the 1st time (2 half-hearted attempts to use it had failed earlier). So, once I have my cup-ful of coffee, I try to remove the espresso "spoon" from ...